The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 30.2

She really wanted to change the curtains for Lin Song. In such an environment, anyone would become unhappy. But remembering this was Lin Song’s house and they were about to divorce, she had no right to criticize the decor. Bai Jun suppressed the thought.

Lin Song took an unexpectedly long time to pour the water.

Alone in such an environment, Bai Jun suddenly felt restless, almost wanting to leave the study to find Lin Song. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Lin Song returned with a glass of water.

Lin Song didn’t hand the water to her. She placed it on the desk, her lips pressed into a tight line and her expression tense, as if she were struggling to suppress something. She picked up the divorce agreement Bai Jun had left on the desk, flipping through it casually, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

“A clean break?”

Her fingers gripped the agreement tightly as she lowered her eyes. The light hit her face, casting a faint shadow over her features. Lin Song seemed exceptionally unhappy. Shouldn’t she feel liberated? Perhaps she felt the money was too little? But this was all she had left.

“I’m sorry. I know this amount is very small, likely far below your expectations. But it’s everything I can offer right now. I promise I haven’t transferred a single cent of our marital assets; you can check,” Bai Jun said, her head bowed and her voice dry.

Even though she knew she had no right to cry, the tears fell uncontrollably in front of Lin Song. “I will continue to work at the Bai Group, and I’ll transfer my monthly salary to you on schedule.”

“I… I’ve finished watching The Rebel.” Remembering the atrocious things she had done in the program, Bai Jun’s tears became unstoppable. Even though many years had passed, she felt she still needed to apologize. “I didn’t realize I used to be so awful. I have no right to like you. I’m truly sorry.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Song stand up. Perhaps out of shock, she even knocked over the water on the desk.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore. I already know. Your heart belongs to a ‘White Moonlight,’ and you were forced to marry me. I don’t have the face to beg for your forgiveness. You probably don’t believe I can change, or that a bad person like me could actually like you. But I truly intend to leave with nothing and set you free, and I won’t appear before you again.”

Perhaps because her heart had long since gone numb, saying these rehearsed words wasn’t that difficult. But she didn’t get to finish.

Lin Song had already walked over to her, firmly gripping her chin and forcing her to look up. Lin Song took a deep breath, staring intently at Bai Jun’s expression. She seemed so nervous that her voice trembled when she spoke.

“You… you haven’t recovered your old memories?” “And you never intended to go abroad with Song Yu?”

Looking into Bai Jun’s confused eyes, Lin Song didn’t seem to need a verbal reply. She closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, and spoke almost through gritted teeth.

“Let’s set aside that ‘White Moonlight’ who appeared out of nowhere for a moment!” “So, in your mind right now, I’m a wicked woman who wanted to get revenge and intentionally approached you for your money?” “You watched the show, discovered the bad things you did, and decided to reconcile with me by setting me free to pursue love, wanting a divorce to compensate me?”

Lin Song summarized Bai Jun’s thoughts in a few sentences. Bai Jun pursed her lips, feeling that Lin Song’s current attitude was strange, it wasn’t the “shame turned to anger” she expected after being exposed. But Lin Song wasn’t wrong, so she remained silent.

“Fine! Fine!” Lin Song let out a short laugh. Bai Jun didn’t know what she was laughing at. For a moment, she could only hear Lin Song’s ragged breathing.

She was terrified of seeing a look of loathing on Lin Song’s face. But the silence was like an invisible blade held against her neck, making the wait unbearable. Through her blurred vision, she looked up and saw Lin Song sit back behind the desk.

Lin Song was no longer in that gloomy, cold state. The familiar fire in her gaze had reignited, burning even more intensely than before, with a bone-deep possessiveness that she no longer bothered to hide.

“I don’t agree.” She seemed to have been waiting for Bai Jun to look up. “I want a different kind of compensation.”

She met Bai Jun’s gaze directly. Picking up the divorce agreement, she tore it into pieces, leaf by leaf, right before Bai Jun’s wide eyes. Bai Jun didn’t know how she felt perhaps a mix of relief and exhaustion but as she met Lin Song’s gaze, the tears fell again.

“What do you want? I have nothing left…”

Lin Song’s breathing hitched again, but when Bai Jun looked over, she turned her head away.

“You said I was forced to marry you,” Lin Song sneered with a cold, stiff face. “And you know that since marrying you, I’ve been suffering every moment.”

Even though she knew the truth, hearing Lin Song confirm that being with her was a form of torture still made Bai Jun weep. As expected, these memories that were her sweetest moments were nothing but humiliations to Lin Song.

Lin Song’s voice paused noticeably. “Don’t cry!”

She seemed extremely agitated. When she spoke again, her words came faster, still carrying that sense of gritted-teeth intensity. “I’ve taken such careful care of you and pleased a wicked woman like you for so long. How can you call leaving like this ‘atonement’?”

“Before you leave, you have to let me get my revenge to my heart’s content.”

That was it. Lin Song had suffered so much at her hands; it was delusional to think a divorce could serve as redemption.

“How do you want to get revenge?”

Her heart felt as if it were being pricked by ten thousand needles, yet within that pain, Bai Jun found a strange sense of peace. At least Lin Song still needed her now, even if it was just for revenge.

“Come here!”

Meeting Bai Jun’s stunned eyes, the possessiveness in Lin Song’s gaze suddenly became like a sun scorching the plains. Bai Jun’s legs instinctively felt weak, but her desire to make amends for Lin Song ultimately won out. She slowly walked around the desk and stood before her.

Almost the moment she stood still, Lin Song wrapped her arms around her waist. Without warning, she fell into that familiar embrace she had missed so dearly.

“Now, kiss me.” Lin Song stared into her eyes, slowly caressing her chin. Her tone was dark, yet it seemed to carry a hint of hidden temptation. “Don’t you want to make it up to me? Please me, just like I used to please you!”

Bai Jun froze in place. She had expected insults, accusations, and deliberate humiliation, and she had prepared herself for all of it. But this? Was she sure the words Lin Song just spoke weren’t actually a reward for her?

“I… I like you.” She tried to move her sluggish brain, attempting to remind Lin Song that being asked to kiss her wouldn’t feel like an insult.

“I know that!” The corners of Lin Song’s mouth twitched imperceptibly, but then she stiffened her expression again. “I have my reasons, don’t worry about it. Just tell me, will you do it or not?”

It wasn’t actually that hard. Bai Jun gazed at Lin Song’s face so close to hers and realized she hadn’t looked at her properly in a long time. Lin Song’s already slender frame had become even thinner. While weeping out of heartache, she imitated Lin Song’s past actions and carefully kissed her cheek.

Lin Song’s breathing became visibly ragged, and her hands began to roam restlessly. Bai Jun suddenly felt she understood Lin Song likely knew she didn’t want to be the “submissive” one, so she was intentionally trying to mess with her that way. Lin Song probably wanted to be the one on top.

But for Bai Jun, this wasn’t actually torture. Lin Song had likely been pinned down by her many times before the amnesia; it was only natural she’d want revenge now. However, Bai Jun didn’t dare touch Lin Song’s lips. She felt she didn’t have the right. So, like a small animal, she kissed Lin Song’s cheeks in a disorganized, clumsy fashion.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Lin Song to start making things difficult for her. She grabbed Bai Jun’s hands and said through gritted teeth, “Do you even know how to kiss?”

Lin Song’s words cut off abruptly. Her gaze fell on Bai Jun’s hand. The hand she had used to punch the wall hadn’t been treated all night, and the bruise was even more shocking now.

Bai Jun didn’t care. She lowered her head, her tears falling “pitter-patter” onto the floor. As expected, Lin Song had begun her revenge by showing her disdain; she never would have said such a thing before. She really was useless. She thought she was ready for Lin Song’s revenge, but she couldn’t even handle a slightly harsh word.

Lin Song suddenly let go of her hands. Her voice became gritted once more. “I knew you weren’t serious about atoning. Let me teach you how to kiss!”

She leaned in, kissing the tears on Bai Jun’s face. Her words were full of disdain, but her actions were incredibly cautious, as if Bai Jun were her most cherished treasure. Lin Song slowly kissed every tear away until Bai Jun could no longer cry.

For a moment, Bai Jun felt that same illusion that Lin Song liked her. She originally thought Lin Song was acting so aggressively because she wanted to have her way with her right then and there as revenge. But Lin Song only kissed her and then coldly dropped a sentence: “I’ll deal with you another day.”

She then pulled her along to the nearest pharmacy to buy medicine and took her to a hotel to get a room. Meeting her dazed gaze, Lin Song carefully bandaged the wound on her hand.

“Do you know what pain feels like now?” Lin Song stared at her wound with lips pressed tight, looking extremely angry. “How dare you get hurt!”

And so, she understood. It was likely the hideous wound that had spoiled Lin Song’s mood, which was why she had stopped so suddenly before. Perhaps Lin Song wanted to torture her while bandaging the wound, but her touch was too light, it didn’t hurt at all.

Lin Song couldn’t bring herself to take revenge, but Bai Jun could do it for her. She shook her head and retracted her hand. Before Lin Song could stop her, she punched the wall again. The freshly bandaged wound split open once more.

“It didn’t hurt just now, but it hurts again now,” she squeezed out a smile for Lin Song.

“You!”

She was supposed to be enjoying her revenge, but for some reason perhaps because she felt she hadn’t been the one to strike the blow Lin Song looked at her bleeding hand and began to cry angrily herself.

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